Luyện nghe bài hát Why Me

Sometimes I go walking through the long grass
Wonder how long hard times will
For this soul on a road that god knows where

As hard as I try ain't left no
It's not to find my way back
I hit the ground like broken glass and lay there

Singing, "Why me, oh, why me?"
And I throw another empty bottle up against the
And I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
But pity never did me any kinda good at all
So I on

And I wound up on the steps
the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
And bury their in the country club blues
And who got who by the short

Standing there in their high suits
Looking down at my tattered old and boots
And weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere
God, it me everywhere

Playing, "Why me, oh why me?"
All I got's another song about how money makes and the law
And I sing, "Why me, oh why me?"
I'm just a broke troubadour with a bark for the
And I on

Now I Jesus but I can relate
To a man looking death in the face
Even he hit his knees with a in the garden of Gethsemane

To his holy father he his eyes
In his darkest he cried
"Please would you take this cup me?"

Praying, "Why me, oh why me?"
Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang
I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
I know that somewhere up in
There's a big old book my name there
So I walk on, I on

when I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even I'm singing, "Why me?", oh why me, oh?